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Time Enough at Last

What book is on your night stand now?

The floor next to the bed is my true night stand. On it is a heap of books — things like John Masters’s “Bhowani Junction,” Joan Aiken’s “Nightbirds on Nantucket,” Grace Paley’s “Enormous Changes at the Last Minute,” Harold Robbins’s “The Carpetbaggers,” and Lederer and Burdick’s “The Ugly American.” Some books have been there a very long time. I reach down without looking and grab something and read a little of it, and then I put it back in the heap. 

Last night my hand landed on John Toland’s “Infamy,” about Pearl Harbor, and I read 50 pages — it’s tremendous in a certain way. All books are incomplete. In my briefcase, which is perhaps my true, true night stand, I’ve been carrying around the galleys of Katie Roiphe’s “In Praise of Messy Lives.” Roiphe’s willing to say risky things, and she has a prosey astringency that makes me happy. 

What do you plan to read next?

Why bother to plan? I’ll probably reach down tomorrow morning and haul up some old paperback from the floor.

-Nicholson Baker, By the Book, New York Time.s September 13th, 2012

INT. MARCO'S APARTMENT - WASHINGTON, D.C. - DAY

Marco slumps in a chair, drink in hand, surrounded
by piles of books.  He stares off into space.  A
light KNOCK at the door stirs him.  He crosses to
the door and opens it.  It's Marco's immediate
superior, the Colonel.
				MARCO
		Colonel!

				COLONEL
		Ben.  Can I come in for a minute?

				MARCO
		Oh, please do.  Of course.  Come on 
		in.

The Colonel enters and Marco shuts the door.

				MARCO
		Uh, may I ask the colonel (A) Is 
		this an official visit? and (B) May 
		I, uh, mix you a drink?

				COLONEL
		(A) Yes it is and (B) You certainly 
		may.  

				MARCO
		Scotch all right?

				COLONEL
		Fine.

While a nervous Marco checks to make sure his shirt's
tucked in before fixing the drink, the Colonel looks
over the apartment.

				COLONEL
		My God, where do you get all the 
		books?

				MARCO
			(fixes the drink)
		Oh, I, uh... I got a guy picks 'em 
		out for me.  At random.  
			(off the drink) 
		Water all right?

				COLONEL
		Fine.

Marco retreats to the bathroom sink and adds water.

				MARCO
		He's in, uh, San Francisco.  A 
		little bookstore out there and, uh, 
		he ships 'em to me wherever I happen 
		to be stationed.

				COLONEL
		You've read them all?

Marco brings the Colonel his drink.

				MARCO
		Yeah.  They also make great 
		insulation against an enemy attack.  
		But the truth of the matter is that 
		I'm just interested, you know, in, 
		uh, principles of modern banking and 
		history of piracy, paintings of 
		Orozco, modern French theatre, the 
		jurisprudential factors of Mafia 
		administration, diseases of horses 
		and novels of Joyce Cary and ethnic 
		choices of the Arabs -- things like 
		that.

Marco realizes he's rambling.  The Colonel looks at him,
concerned.  A long pause.

-The Manchurian Candidate (film), 1962.